I admired the beauty of the sky while on my way sending my wife to the airport. The sky was decorated with cotton-like clouds and the sun looked like a big orange light bulb covered with a thick sheet of white paper. I could look at the sun without hurting my eyes. It was at that moment when my imagination ran wild. I dreamed that I could ride a dragon and flew up to the sky. The scene was indeed beautiful.
Traffic jam at the rush hour and as we came to a halt on the highway, I looked sideway and saw a lot of purple colour flowers on my right hand side. Singapore is indeed a garden city. So rarely I could admire the flower on the highway. I did not mind the jam.
And that was how a painter spoils a picture at the final stroke: I saw movements from the bushes and I saw a pair of rats in close encounter.
Again, such a beautiful day – almost.